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"psychopathology" poems
Freud's Frantic Friends Psychopathology therapeutic techniques free association and tight **** cheeks manic depression afraid of my fate you say it's okay if I go ahead and ********** transference redirection it's my daddy's fault he was the one who told me take the money from the vault I can't stand up but you say it's okay I can blame someone else for making me that way it was a friend of a friend that groped my crotch it was his own dam fault I stole his fancy watch extreme hate rage and parentification general distrust needs no elaboration my mommy made me mean so I take it out on you cause you remind me of her in everything you do the way that you wiggle when you go for a walk I'm glad you stopped by to have this little talk Gomer LePoet...
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
Freud's Frantic Friends
*wisdom states: it's not a question of belief, or unbelief, and this is where islam is: simply wrong; islam does not accommodate a fear... there is no arabian nightmare in store... there's too much audacity at play... theism or atheism pays no due to what is actually at store: a fear of god implies that it is rational, since a belief or an unbelief in god is a feeding ground for phobias, irrational fears... there is but one rational fear: that of god, manically because phobias are intermingled with a belief in a "irrational" being; what is truer though, is to have but one rational fear, and a set of irrational beliefs that can be rationalised and overcome... this is how wisdom is stated: the audacity to slander god is no proof of authentic disbelief, for it is no proof of authentic loss of fear, in a scenario of being tortured, murdered and the whole rainbow of sadomasochism; is it?!* prior to my fear of god, i came across the fear that: psychopaths have no remorse... as the populists claim, or how neuroscience reinforces as true... but then i mind the essential universal law of unit formation...   and i lessen the fear of psychopaths acquiring no sensation of remorse, under the thespian mask    of the crux: the pathology of lies - to be double exact:     rather than the pathological liar...      the psychephobia - the phobia of possessing a soul.
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
crux of psychopathology
Exampli gratia: Here, in the sun, looking straight forward over the green lawn onto the bacciferous frondescence The space between the building where psychopathology was taught and the building where our intelligence was tested – buildings made unsafe and marred and subjected to presence – Here, I just am; there is no absence As far as my eyes can see, the “where” is here and the “when” is now and I am alone, listening in to today A bee flies by and draws my eye to the peripheral timescape Inside the dark window to the left we sit in silence and wait for a pre-school class to walk past so we can continue a lesson that ended a year ago Behind me looms the auditorium where we partook in curiosity Beyond this greenth, you own the space But on this bench, there is no absence Here, I can breathe, lone as I am
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May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
Finding New Spaces Where There is No Absence